#spooning but the spoon has been left in the freezer

[egginfroggin]

To further the "Hisui exists during Iced Tracks and Emmet tries to hook Zisu up with Ingo," idea I brought up here, if Ingo and Zisu do get married, I like to think that she gets really huggy during the summer.

Like, really huggy.

Summer is hot. Ingo is very much colder than your average human. Zisu married a living ice pack, and by golly, she's going to take advantage of that.

The result? Hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. Ingo is perfectly fine with this development (he likes hugs).

Also her just draping herself over him when she finishes a bout of training and is all hot and stuff, and Ingo being perfectly fine with it even though his wife is all hot and sweaty and sticky. She needs to cool off!

Kicking the blankets off at night because it's too warm isn't enough; Zisu needs to be Ingo's blanket or he needs to be hers because it is too dang hot dangit it's the middle of July.

They sleep better than anyone in the palace because Ingo can't feel the heat -- but was touch-starved for years and loves cuddling -- and Zisu has Ingo as her own personal AC unit.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.25

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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Nat doesn’t respond to any of your texts, she doesn’t explain why she was sorry, nor does she show up on Friday. You waited at the cafe for 3 hours before you finally accepted that she wasn’t coming. You had been too anxious to order coffee so you ordered a tea but it had long gotten cold. The barista would glance at you every so often with pity and embarrassment burned your cheeks. 

You threw the cold tea in the trash and left the cafe vowing to avoid this part of town for a while. You were hurt and angry but more than anything you were confused. She had seemed thrilled to meet you and it was her idea in the end so why was she bailing on you? The thought that she wasn’t who she claimed to be quietly crept up on you throughout the day but you’d heard her voice, at the very least she wasn’t a 60-year-old man. At least she didn’t sound like one.

You’re looping through the five stages of grief throughout the week and by the end of it, you're a sobbing mess in your friend's arms. There’s copious amounts of ice cream in your freezer and a bottle of wine has already been emptied as the two of you find yourself back on your couch but this time the circumstances are less enjoyable.

“I don't understand what I did wrong” Your friend gently caresses your hair as you stain her shirt with salty tears. She’d known the second she saw you that something was wrong and you’d nearly broken down on your lunch break in front of her when she asked if you were alright. 

Even your mother seemed to notice something was off just by the sound of your voice. She’d threatened to come down and maim the person that hurt you and you didn’t have the heart to tell her that neither of you would know where to find her.

“Maybe she’s just scared?” Your friend tried to reason. You don’t know how long she’s been comforting you but it’s the only thing keeping you from texting Nat again. You’ve ranged from screaming at her through texts to sending her sob-ridden voicemails and you hoped to keep at least a small part of your dignity intact.

“But it was her idea!” You argue “and she knows I wouldn’t be mad if she wasn’t ready. I just don’t understand why she won’t respond” A fresh wave of anger washes over you as you get up from the couch, your hands waving wildly as you make your way to the fridge “And what was with that cryptic text?! Why couldn’t she just say why she was sorry? What’s an apology without an explanation?”

You angrily grab a carton of ice cream and two spoons, huffing as you plop down on the couch and handing the spare spoon to your companion. You instinctively reach out for your phone, checking to see if Nat’s at least read your messages. She hasn’t.

You go to text her again, fueled by frustration despite your thread of unanswered messages. They stare tauntingly at you as the blue light assaults your tired teary eyes.

        Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦: 

Are you okay? We don’t have to meet but I’m getting worried about you

Y/n🍦:

Nat? I’m going to call.

Y/n🍦:

I never realized you don’t have a voicemail tone

I was hoping I’d get to hear your voice one last time

Y/n🍦:

You know what? Screw you, I don't deserve this!

Y/n🍦:

I didn’t mean it. I miss you.

I’m calling again.

You make a move to text her again but your friend slips the phone from your hands before you get the chance. She deletes whatever jumbled mess you had started typing and sets your phone behind her so you can’t reach it. You simultaneously want to scream at her and thank her. 

“Maybe we should give her some time?” You pick up on what she’s saying immediately. Realizing she might not be talking about Nat. You only manage a small nod as you slump further into the couch and start eating your ice cream.

“Can we put something on?” Your friend nods and turns the TV on and you’re grateful for the temporary distraction but you know the second she leaves you’ll probably send Nat another voicemail.

The silence allows you ample time to give in to your anxiety, realizing you don’t know as much as you probably should about Nat. You don’t know her last name, if she has any siblings, what she does for a living. For all you know, she could be a contract assassin, it would make sense why she disappeared all the time. 

 You had no idea who you’d been talking to and now that you’d grown an attachment to her she ghosted you. Had that been her plan the whole time? Was this some kind of game to her? Did she even really care about you? Your thoughts swirl and grow into a ball of anxiety and paranoia and you stare blankly at the TV as the cold of the metal spoon presses into your tongue.

~~

Nat lays on the cold pullout couch of her trailer and stares at the ceiling for what feels like days. It’s all she can bring herself to do when she’s not busying herself with other distractions. When she doesn’t distract herself her mind wanders to you. 

She promised she’d never make you cry. Her heart squeezes at the thoughts that must be running through your head. She’d had to leave her phone behind at the tower but she’d gotten a glimpse of your worried messages while she was packing. She felt horrible to leave you without an explanation but how would you believe her if she told you over text? 

She planned to tell you everything when you met but now she wouldn’t get the chance. And all because of the stupid government treaty Stark wanted them to sign. It made her impossibly angry just thinking about Thursday evening.

*The Avengers had all gathered in the meeting room, except Peter who was taking tests at school that he didn’t want to miss. The room was tense as Tony flipped through pictures and videos of the destruction their fights often led to, only stopping when Steve told him to. Nat could understand where Tony was coming from, she understood that the wreck that became the city was distressing but if it meant lives were saved wasn’t it worth it? 

She refused to be under anyone’s control ever again now that she had her freedom. She wasn’t going to be put on a leash. They already complied with all of the publicity stunts and interviews the government made them do but now they wanted to control their lives? What were they going to do next tell her how to breathe? 

Not to mention she didn’t want them getting involved in her relationships. She couldn’t have them knowing about you- controlling you. She wouldn’t let them take you from her. She smiled at the thought of you, glancing at her phone to see your good luck message.

“Well you can tell them your opinions face to face” Natasha’s head snaps up at Tony’s words and Bucky fixes him with a suspicious glare

“You better not be saying what I think you are Stark” He seeths out and Tony just shrugs, checking his watch

“They’ll be here in a few hours, I already agreed to sign it” The room erupts in a flurry of outrage. Wanda is the first to leave, scoffing as she pushes out of her chair and makes her way to the meeting room door. Vision follows after her, worry evident on his features.

Steve is still arguing with Tony trying to reason with him but it seems like it’s falling on deaf ears and Nat watches as her family begins crumbling in front of her eyes. She stays stoically silent, unsure of what to say to stop the fighting that's only getting worse. Bucky looks half ready to sock Tony in the face and she wouldn’t fault him for it but she doesn’t want violence to break out nonetheless.

“They backed me into a corner! We don’t have any other options! We don’t know what they’ll do to us if we don’t agree!” She can hear the desperation in Stark’s voice; the fear. A man who was always trying to prevent what could happen so much that he became oblivious to what was happening.

“We don’t know what they’ll do to us if we do!” It’s the last thing Bucky says before he storms out of the room, Steve following not soon after. Tony looks to Bruce but he only solemnly shakes his head, sitting quietly in his chair as he tries to think of another solution. 

Stark tries to reason with Nat but she just sighs. She doesn’t know how to solve this yet but she’ll figure out a solution. For now, she needs to do what she assumes the rest of her family is doing: Pack and find a place to hide out for a while. She’d seen what the government does to powerful people they don’t trust- she’d been part of some of those missions. She knows it’s in their best interest not to stick around unless they want to be thrown onto The Raft until they agree to sign their lives away.*

That’s how she ended up here, in the middle of nowhere, cold and alone. She’d had to leave her phone behind so that she couldn’t be tracked and that meant she couldn’t text you. She briefly considered texting you from a burner phone, she had your number memorized but she didn’t want to freak you out and she was worried about how you’d react. 

She didn’t want to have to tell you the truth over the phone, and what were the chances of you believing it was her? Most of all she was terrified that you’d be angry, that you’d tell her you never wanted to hear from her again. You would be justified in that response but she wasn’t ready to face that just yet. So she busied herself with concocting any possible ways to get her family safe and back together again. 

Pt.26

A/n: Sorry for the late chapters I've been rewriting them until they feel good enough to put out. (Also yes this is based on Civil War but it doesn't follow the same outcome)~ Starry

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[malfoylust]

malfoy manor ༉‧₊˚✧

draco malfoy smut

oral sex [fem receiving] | draco fluff / we love a consent king | ice cream foreplay??

You think you are going to the malfoy manor to study but draco wants to show you what real passion is. no interruptions…just you and him alone. you’re going to experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know. [just imagine HIS HANDS all over your body]

⋆*･ﾟ*･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

You and draco have been studying in his bedroom for the hours. Snape has a defense against the dark arts exam coming up and you are struggling. Draco knew you were struggling in snape’s class so he offered to tutor you.

(You are sitting with your legs crossed on Draco’s bed, while draco sits in a chair at his desk)

You slam the books down on his comforter. (So soft. You would love to get comfy in his bed WITH him…if you know what I mean)

You sighed and looked across the room where draco was reviewing notes at his desk.

“Why cant I understand this. I’m going to fail.”

Your eyes started to slowly fill with tears, as you got more frustrated with yourself.

Draco motioned for you to come over to him.

You want to make out with him so badly, but you don’t know if he likes you like that. In your mind you’re just a girl draco is forced to Tudor. You don’t think there’s anything special there.

You walk over to draco and rested your hand on his desk and shrugged. “I just don’t know what else to do.”

“Why don’t you get a snack and take a break. I have something in mind that may help ease your stress,” Draco said.

As your mind raced with all the possibilities you had in mind, your face was flushed. You turned away quickly and walked to the kitchen.

༻¨*:·.

You found a pint of ben and jerries ice cream in the freezer.

As you sat at the dining room table eating ice cream, you feel cold finger tips on your neck, moving your hair to the other side of your neck.

You shiver as you hear a familiar voice whisper in your ear, “don’t worry love. I feel those things for you too”

Your face gets red and hot as you hear his voice again.

“You want to share?”

You feel your chair move back and see draco walk in front of you, looking down at you. He is standing over you.

[I cant get over his height. He’s so fine]

Your eyes drop from his eyes to see his white collared shirt is completely unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest and abs.

Draco grabs a spoon and dips it into the ice cream you are holding and takes a bite.

You bite your lip, as you watch him suck the ice cream off the spoon.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You dip your spoon into the ice cream and stand up.

“You’re beau-“ draco is cut off by you sliding ice cream from his mouth, down to his chest…his abs.

You feel him grab your hand, making you drop your spoon on the ground.

“Kiss me draco,” you whisper seductively.

You feel malfoys lips clash into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up.

(Your legs wrapping around his waste)

.·:*¨༺

He carried you back to his room and placed you on his bed.

You let out a soft moan as malfoy started to gently kiss your neck.

As his big hands caressed your hips, he unbuttons your blouse, revealing your bralette.

Almost out of breath, you say, “I want you to go down on me dra-“

You gasped as malfoy leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, down your breasts, down to your bare stomach.

Once you feel his hot breath at your stomach you gasped and tell him to stop.

(He can tell you were a little insecure about him being so close to your stomach)

Draco hovered over you, with his face over yours.

His gorgeous blonde hair resting above his grey eyes.

[ugh he’s so cute. I can picture him right now ugh]

He smirked, “you don’t have to hide from me. Let me make you feel special.”

You nodded, “okay”

He continued and you helped him unclip your bra.

As he left love bites down your breast and stomach, you feel his hands gently pull down your pants…

You help him take off your pants as you feel his warm breath get closer to your pulsing pussy, just waiting to be mouth fucked.

You tilt your head back, eager for draco to suck your clit.

You watch as draco pulls down your underwear.

“Are you wet for me, my sweet dove?” Malfoy bites his lip while looking up at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

A soft moan fell from your lips, “yes.”

Malfoys lips start to passionately kiss your already soaked pussy. He moans as he inserts his tongue into your cunt.

Giving you the greatest pleasure you could ever imagine….

You moan dracos name loud as you feel his tongue go in circles around your clit.

Malfoy begins to suck on your cunt, making you a moaning mess.

You run your fingers through dracos hair and pull slightly as you get to a climax.

Draco’s moans makes your pussy vibrate, as he mouth fucks your wet cunt.

Your body comes to a hot climax, leaving your body shaking.

You are cumming in Draco’s mouth, while he keeps sucking you dry. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“Dra-a-co-“ you moan.

Malfoy finally let’s you completely climax.

Malfoy lies next to you and tells you, “i think I’m falling for you.”

-

⋆*･ﾟ*･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Hi guys! I hope you all loved this one. He’s so hot. And that’s all I gotta say 🤍

🫧 I’m taking requests for draco smuts ! requirements: draco x fem

[sturnioloshacker]

boyfriend vs brother: the ice cream wars - a chris & nick sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: when two brothers are at war over ice cream, it’s the girlfriend of the youngest brother who steps in to make things right, or does she? 

she may be in a sweet and loving relationship with the youngest sturniolo triplet, but y/n has a unique bond with the oldest triplet. nick and y/n have been best friends since fifth grade after y/n moved to boston from seattle. it was from there that nick introduced her to his two younger brothers matt and chris, who absolutely adored having her as a friend. as the years went by, both y/n and chris fell for each other and after getting nick’s approval, the two started dating and later became boyfriend and girlfriend.

this relationship didn’t stop her friendship with nick, oh no! the amount of inside jokes and secrets shared between the two had everyone around them baffled, including her own boyfriend. the amount of teasing that came with their friendship, oh boy! every car video that featured y/n, chris and nick always managed to start an argument. being best friends, y/n always took nick’s side, leaving chris to have to fend for himself as matt had left the car until it was complete silence. 

this happened once again today. y/n opened the front door of the triplets’ house to hear chris and nick in a screaming match. with a roll of her eyes, she makes her way upstairs to see what the unnecessary fuss is all about. as she got to the top of the stairs, y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that the two brothers were arguing over the best ice cream flavour. as their argument escalated, with each of them raising their voices and gesticulating wildly over whether chocolate chip cookie dough or mint chocolate chip is better, y/n sauntered into the living room space, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“okay, okay, you two, we need to settle this once and for all.” she chuckled

 y/n knew exactly what she was planning and she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her boyfriend. 

“let’s have a taste test! i’ll be the judge!” she said with a sly grin.

“no fair! you’re just gonna pick nick as the winner because you’re besties!” chris whines.

“no I won’t, baby! it’s all about picking the best flavour!”

“liar.” chris grumbles under his breath.

y/n grabbed both tubs of ice cream from the freezer, she puts a couple of scoops of each flavour into two bowls before setting them down on the dining table in front of her. with two spoons for each tub in one hand and a notebook in the other, she took her role very seriously. she sampled both ice creams, making dramatic faces and comparing notes on flavour, texture, and sweetness. meanwhile, chris and nick are elbowing and punching each other over which flavour she’ll pick. taking one more bite of each, she makes a delighted face at the cookie dough flavour while gagging at the mint chocolate chip flavour, causing both brothers to punch and shove each other once again. 

“okay, i have made my decision! the best ice cream flavour is…. chocolate chip cookie dough!”

nick screams with glee as he runs up to his best friend, giving her the biggest hug before yelling at chris.

“i fucking told you! you don’t mess with cookie dough! yes!” nick yells.

“yeah! don’t mess with cookie dough! besides, mint choc chip ice cream is shit!”

“hey! you take that back, princess!” chris shouts, a hint of sadness lacing his voice.

nick takes the winning tub up to his room where he eats it in happiness while y/n walks over to the couch where her boyfriend sulks and pouts like a toddler. pulling him into a hug, y/n reassures him that she still loves him, to which chris forgives her and pulls her into for a gentle kiss on the lips. chris couldn’t help but laugh, realising that no matter the situation, he will always be outnumbered by his girlfriend and his brother. 

and so it went in their relationship. y/n’s friendship with nick remained unbreakable, and whenever an argument broke out, she always seemed to take her boyfriend's brother's side, often teasing chris alongside nick. it added a unique and light-hearted dynamic to their love story, reminding them all that the bonds of friendship and family could coexist and thrive in the most unexpected ways.

[petermorwood]

Follow-up, as promised...

Further to this post, I went rummaging.

My stars, it turns out we've got some serious goodies at the back of the cupboard.

They've all been here long enough that @dduane and I will eat well this next week or so, but the first of them, mentioned often by Dracula Daily...

...“We left in pretty good time, and came after nightfall to Klausenburgh. (Cluj) Here I stopped for the night at the Hotel Royale (AFAIK, fictional) I had for dinner, or rather supper, a chicken done up some way with red pepper, which was very good but thirsty. (mem. get recipe for Mina.) I asked the waiter, and he said it was called “paprika hendl” and that, as it was a national dish, I should be able to get it anywhere along the Carpathians.”

...is this one.

This is a standard bung-it-in-the-microwave ready meal (3 mins / 700w, wait 3 mins, eat) but there's no reason why it can't be prettied up a bit.

Taste report: the flavour was creamy, buttery, paprika-y, and entirely pleasant (if there were more of these I would scoff them) and the Nockerl (mini dumplings) were properly al dente and excellent, but it was by no means "thirsty", by which I assume spicy-hot. Okay, it wasn't labelled as such, but it was even milder than any Paprikahendl I've eaten in a restaurant.

I suspect that, like most ready-meals of this kind, including curries and chili-con-carne, its spice level has been dialled down to Avoid Shocking The Customers, though TBH most German / Austrian dishes labelled Scharf, Feurig or Würzig (all meaning spicy or hot) have been lacking in the oomph department, at least for me. (Some haven't, which is always a pleasant surprise.)

I'm going to make my own Paprikahendl in the next while because I got some sweet and hot paprikas from Polonez in Dublin, and right now, DD is in the process of making Paprikaente, based on several Paprikahendl recipes and a couple of duck breasts found at the back of the freezer. I don't know if that's authentic or not, but it smells great and I don't care. :->

*****

I've suggested in another post why Jonathan Harker found this dish "thirsty".

It wasn't because he he had a wimpy English palate unaccustomed to spicy food - the Edwardian era was familiar with fiery curries from Raj India, and even featured cayenne pepper as a table condiment, complete with its own caddy and (often devil-topped) spoon...

My opinion was that Paprikahendl (Austrian) / Paprikás csirke (Hungarian) was a peasant dish, with the main part of the meal a big dish of noodles or dumplings. Those would be perked up with a sauce based on some elderly chicken which had stopped laying, well-spiced so a little could flavour a lot.

Those noodles have lots of names - nockerln on the packet I posted, also nokoldel, csipetke, spaetzle, tarhhonya and so on - and were what filled people up, with the meat accompaniment more of a relish or seasoning. In the same way, for instance, Yorkshire Pudding used to be served with gravy as a first course, so the second course of meat would go further.

Rice / bread / couscous/ pasta / mian / potatoes / fufu / polenta etc. did the same; many of these are served alongside rich, spicy, buttery etc. dishes and are now suggested as fire extinguishers for "over-hot" foods because the proportions of bland vs rich / spicy have shifted.

Back when, dinner would have been lots of name-the-regional-bland carbohydrate, along with a little bit of over-hot (or -garlicked or -herby or -smoked-bacon / sausagey) protein, which might have tasted excessive alone but would have given flavour to all that bland.

*****

Side-note: it's another possible reason, besides conspicuous consumption, for lots of spice in (rich people's) medieval dishes; in winter and spring, all that spice would have made smoked / salted / dried meat more interesting.

The business of "spices masked bad meat" is rubbish, and originated as recently as 1939 thanks to historian J.C. Drummond, who didn't know what "green" meant in food context. Green cheese = fresh cheese, green meat = un-aged meat.

Drummond assumed a recipe to change the flavour of "green venison" was to cover that it had gone off. It was in fact meant to tenderise it as if hung a few days in the cold store, but "medieval people were primitive" has always been more acceptable pop history than "medieval people were pretty smart".

*****

Harker, eating the chicken-and-sauce as The Meal (Stoker doesn't mention accompaniments or Bulk Carbs like noodles, spaetzle, etc. so you'll have to trust me), would have been like someone taking a swig of hot sauce or chomp of chilli pickle and then declaring the entire meal over-spiced or "thirsty", unaware of the proper proportions of What Goes With What.

A hotter, spicier, "thirstier" Paprikahendl would definitely go with a big mound of these little noodles, so I plan to see - and taste - how it'll work.

And how it'll look, too. :->

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄNo Room For Prayerꨄ

Oneshot - Demon Apocalypse/Soulmate Au

❦Y/n gets captured by demons❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Demon language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

No Room For Prayer

Y/n breathed heavily as she managed to catch her breath, sweat falling down her skin as the hairs on her limbs stood. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she held her chest, feeling the sensation of her heart beating fast. Finally getting her breath steady, she calmed her heart rate, bottom against the dirty floor of the abandoned house.

Ever since the demons took over a couple years back, she’s had to fend for herself, moving from house to abandoned building, and so on. She resides in the part of the city where the lower class demons roam for the scraps and stranded humans that were not chosen by upper class, high ranked demons.

Food is minimal and she can’t catch a break whether it be by a demon or feral human. She has a deep hatred for the demonic race considering it turned her life upside down. Sure, life before could’ve been better but the past beats the present by a long shot. Eyeing her surroundings, she stands from her position crouched on the floor and walks through the house with her flash light.

She glances around the kitchen she walked into, wincing at the blood stained on the wall, a mixture of dried and fresh. She ignores the smell of rotting food and opens the pantry for any canned greens or meat. She swung her back pack around to open it and set some of the cans inside of her bag.

Honestly, she’d rather be here than with the upper class demons because they preserve their human alive or not, slicing or tearing what they want and maybe saving the torso or other body parts for another day. You either become a slave, maid, servant, or meal. There’s really no warning sign, you’re just snatched and that’s it. At least she has a chance of survival with no responsibility to serve or be served unless by accident.

She opens the fridge, covering her nose as the grimy stench reaches her nostrils. She sees nothing but rotting fruit and meat. Mold infested the inside, the milk that was left had no sign of liquid. She shuts the door after noticing maggots, preventing herself from feeling sicker. No matter how long it’s been, the rotting sign of humanity that was left disgusted her to the point of gagging.

She checks for any water bottles in the cabinets and finds a few hidden behind other boxed food. She didn’t bother to check the freezer knowing that she hasn’t found a place to stay long term and never will. Considering the doors of every place she’s been at has been kicked down, she can’t cook in peace. The smell of food would attract the demons, knowing a human is near by their cooking.

She sighs as she opens the can of peas, tossing the top to the side as she uses one of the remaining plastic spoons she stole from the local deserted grocery store. She recollects the events that brought her to this day.

“What is that?” Her close friend asks.

The sound of banging continued on the door of their apartment.

“The police?” Y/n suggests as she sets the blunt to the side, a nervous wreck as she’s never experienced being caught with flower before.

“They would’ve announced that by now.”

The banging accelerates as well as growing louder before it completely stops.

“What the fuck?” Y/n whispers, her knees pulled to her chest as she sits next to her friend on the couch.

The only thing that could be heard was their shaky breathing. Before they know it, the door is shoved off of its hinges, hitting the wall as a large creature steps in. The girls scream as they run in the opposite direction of the monster. Unfortunately, Y/n’s friend’s ankle was yanked, stopping her from running and causing her to fall on her stomach.

“Run! R-Run!” Her friend desperately cries. “Don’t let me die in vain! Survive, Y/n!”

“I-I’m so sorry!”

Y/n turns on her heel and makes an escape through the back door, the door slamming shut right after she hears a shred of skin along with her former friend’s scream.

She shuts her eyes before grabbing her bag and swinging it on her shoulder, taking a bite out of the peas. She lives in regret for not even attempting to help her friend escape. Her only excuses being she was scared, caught off guard, and high. Especially with the break in being from an unknown monster and not a human. She shakes her head, pushing the thoughts out of her mind to focus on her situation at hand. She continues eating until finished.

Y/n pauses when she hears rustling and footsteps. Her eyes widen as she holds her breath, slowly stepping to the opposite direction from where the noise is coming from. She looked at her surroundings to find another exit to the kitchen.

The window!

She sets the empty can down and quietly moves to the window, unlocking it before sliding it open. She climbs through and falls on the ground with a thud. Cursing herself for the noise she begins to make her way around the house, ready to make a run for it until she’s grabbed from her bag.

“Human! Kneel.” She’s yanked to the ground, her backpack being her support. Her eyebrows furrow as she makes an attempt to escape before a foot pressed in between her breasts, forcing her to lie down.

“Comply or we’ll take you by force.” The demon guard states. She shakes her head.

“Fuck you!” She says before pulling out her knife and stabbing it in his ankle causing his foot to lift off of her body. She jumps up and drops her back pack to make it easier for her to run, though the other guard snatches her back and grips her arms. He pulls his arm back before punching her face, causing her head to drop unconscious.

Eyelids shoot open as Y/n immediately sits up, sweat falling down her head as she breathes heavily, the memory of running from the guards stuck in her brain. Feeling weightless she notices her bag out of her sight, turning abruptly to the side to see it settled beside her. She yelps in pain as her hand goes straight to her face where she was punched, memories collecting from before she was unconscious.

“You should take it easy there.”

She gasps as she sees the newcomer, immediately shooting up from her spot on the mattress and standing across the small room at a potential threat.

“Woah there. Everything is fine, alright? Name’s Rin. I saved you.”

She stood in attack mode, her body tense as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Saved me?” She eyes his figure, mullet pulled into a messy ponytail with a few strands loose. His casual attire dirty from what she assumes to be survival. His hands are held up in surrender. He nods in response.

“I saw you fighting that demon when I snuck into the house. Once he knocked you out, I fought him off and brought you here.”

She relaxes her arms as they drop to her sides, though still suspicious of the guy known as Rin.

“Y/n.” She states. He runs his fingers through his bangs.

“We should get goin. The sun’s out so that means there’s less monsters are around.”

“We? I barely know you. Where would we go anyway?” He sighs.

“Well, you don’t have to come with me but I thought you’d like to find the refuge of people on the other side of the city.”

“What refuge of people?” He looked at her with a surprised expression.

“You don’t know about the group of survivors? That’s where my brother is. I’m surprised you didn’t know about it.”

“Oh.” She replies, conflicted on whether or not she should follow.

“I’m going to leave soon so if you need time to think, you have about five minutes.” He says before walking out of the door.

She sighs, “Wait! I’ll come with you.”

He turns his head to give her a side eye, smirking in the process.

“Let’s go then.”

It takes them a total of seven days to make it across the city. She followed him as he knew where to go. They had a couple demon attacks, but nothing that couldn’t be beat, the perks of dealing with the lower class demons that range from weak to strong. They stopped at different houses and buildings for food and shelter, along with releasing their waste. It was eerie not seeing any other humans during their journey. She was used to coming across at least one or two a day whether they be feral or normal. It brings her temporary comfort. Unfortunately, she hadn’t got to experience that besides Rin being around which brought her some security.

They conversed along the way and she learned some things about him as well as vice versa. He told her about his brother, Ran, and their friends. All in all, they’ve become closer, especially with him fitting as her protector in a way when fighting off the creatures. It felt good to have someone help her along this tough voyage. Finally reaching the top of the hill, he holds his arm out to stop her from walking.

She gazes at the dark castle, searching for the humans they spent so long talking about. She looks around in confusion until she noticed the dreadful creatures in uniform.

“R-Rin. What’s going on? Where’s the village?”

“Well the village is here, Y/n.”

“What do you mean? Why are there demons? Where did you bring me?” She asks as goosebumps form. Her stomach drops when he walks toward her, palm on her cheek.

“I guess I can go ahead and tell you, Y/n. You’re our destined sixth.��� She eyes him with confusion. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know. Who’d want a weak human as a sixth mate? Instead of grabbing you, I wanted to test the waters and really get to know you out of boredom. It was fun playing human and all, but I really missed life here.”

Her eyebrows furrow as she snatched his hand away from her face.

“Y-you’re a demon.” She states, angry for being such a fool.

“To answer your question from earlier, I’ve brought you home.”

“No, no, no!” She exclaims, backing away from him. Her arms are caught by tight grips as she’s held up by the guards holding her limbs. Rin chuckles at the display of distress on her face.

“Yeah, it was easier than I thought it’d be. We’ll explain more later. You should rest, Y/n. You don’t look so good.”

Before she could respond, he motioned for the guard to shoot her with a tranquilizer.

She groans as her eyes open, blurred out vision revealing a ceiling as she wakes up. She slowly moves to rub her eyes, her ear perks when she hears a clunking sound. Pulling herself to sit up she notices her wrist cuffed to the wall of the cell, as well as the white gown on her figure.

She gazes at her clean skin, the dirt and grime from minimal showering completely gone. She gently rubs her skin as well as checking her body for any marks or injuries. She sighs in despair, remembering how she heard from somewhere that they clean their victims before serving the dish.

She turns her head to the guard who opens her gate, walking towards her with a set of keys. Getting ready to attack, her body tenses as she waits for him to unchain her. Once she’s unchained, she immediately punches his face and kicks his stomach, causing him to fall to the side.

Normally, he would’ve been able to fight her off and block her attack by using his own strength, but she caught him off guard, therefore he wasn’t expecting the attack. She snatches the keys that fell to the ground and runs out of the cell, locking him in just in time as he grabs the bars, stretching his arm to reach after her as he growls.

“Shit, shit, shit!” She hissed as she ran out of the door and through the hall.

My dumbass has no plan, no direction. Absolutely nothing to go off of but my legs. How the hell am I going to get out of here?

She pushes through servants and maids unapologetically as she ignores the pain in her legs and tightness forming in her chest as her breathing becomes ragged. She keeps her eyes straight ahead as she hears commotion from behind, guards gathering as they run after the human. Holding her hands up, she pushes through the random pair of black doors, entering a dining room.

Wide eyed, she ignores the demons eyeing her as she grabs a large knife. She stands beside the table, glancing at the content. A raw human’s body lays at the middle of the table, the head completely decapitated and nowhere to be found as the limbs have been cut off, different pieces of meat on everyone’s plate. She turns her head in disgust and gags.

“Oh my fucking god!” She exclaims. “Sick beasts!”

“I deeply apologize for this interruption, your highnesses.” The lead guard bows.

“This is quite entertaining.” The purple, short haired demon says as he takes a sip from his alcoholic beverage.

“Indeed, brother. I don’t ever recall a human creating such a commotion. Told you she was interesting.” Rin states, fiddling with the half eaten finger on his plate.

“Get back!” She exclaims, pointing the large knife at the guards who stalk closer. Scared out of her mind, she acts on impulse and grabs the black haired short man by the arm, pulling him out of his seat as she puts him in a chokehold with the knife pointed at his head. Demons' weak point is an impact to the head. If they get shot or stabbed in their brain, it will kill them. Anywhere else is child’s play considering they can heal themselves.

The pink haired demon almost stood up from the table to grab his lover from the arm of the human, though the golden eyed man set his hand on his thigh causing him to halt and look back at him with his piercing blue eyes.

“I’d be more worried for the human than Mikey, Haru.” He smiles, showing his fangs.

Mikey kept his eyes straight with a stoic expression, not bothering to struggle considering he could easily remove himself from her hold. The only thing keeping him from shredding her right now is the familiar tingling from their skin on skin contact. Pulling his head back he makes eye contact with her for a split second, causing her to release him from the intense shock she felt through her body.

“Leave her.” He states. His mates furrow their brows in confusion as well as the guards.

“B-but your Highness…” His dark eyes narrow at the guard.

“Are you questioning your King?”

The guard bows with a ‘no, your Highness,’ and guides his men out, shutting the door behind them.

Y/n could only stare in horror as she got a good look at her surroundings, realizing she’s in a room full of high class royals. She looks for any windows, desperate for an escape. When her eyes meet the familiar purple, a scowl forms on her face as she aims and throws the knife at Rin’s head, in which he dodges with ease causing the weapon to penetrate the wall behind him.

“This is your fucking fault!” She exclaims.

“Sit down.” Mikey states calmly, fed up with the situation at hand.

“I’m not sitting dow-!” She was cut off by a sudden force picking her up and shoving her in one of the seats, a pressure preventing her from getting up. Mikey sits back in his seat which is at the end of the table across from hers. She stares at them with disgust as they study her.

“She’s so…plain looking. How could she be our sixth?” Sanzu asks, rolling his eyes as he rests his hand on his palm.

“What did you expect from a human?” Rin takes a sip of his own beverage.

“I think she’s cute.” The golden eyed man states, chuckling at his mates conversation.

“You think everyone is cute, Kazu.” Mikey states with a tired eyed smile.

“Hey, that’s not true!”

“Don’t be in denial. It’s okay to admit that you’re a little slut.” Ran smiles widely.

“You certainly don’t mind admitting it in the bedroom.” Rin says.

“EXCUSE ME! What the fuck is going on?” Y/n, sick of the playful banter that she can’t understand, exclaims. She subconsciously backs away as different eyes bore into her.

“Somehow, you are our sixth destined soulmate.” Kazutora explains before taking a bite out of the forearm causing Y/n to look away.

“Humans don’t have soulmates.” She responds with confusion.

“You do now.” Sanzu scoffs. She glares at him before turning her attention back to her own empty plate, not wanting to see the view of the eaten human body.

“This seems to be a new thing for us all. Considering we knew of your arrival, we have everything planned out.” Ran states. Her eyebrows furrow at the word ‘planned.’

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to be a good girl and follow all the rules.” Rin says.

“Fuck your rules, I’m not staying here!” She slams her hands on the table.

“Fine, you don’t have to follow the rules.” Mikey shrugs.

Her throat closes as her arms and legs are bound by an invisible force. Her nostrils feel blocked as she struggles to gain some air, failing as her mouth was forced shut. Her eyes tear up as she becomes light headed.

“You can just die.” Mikey says with a bored look.

“Poor little human. Such a waste of a pretty face.” Ran states mockingly, shaking his head.

“Is this your fate or will you listen?” Rin questions.

She shuts her wet eyes and nods frantically, desperate to breathe again. Finally, the hold is released before she coughs and breathes heavily.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Let’s begin.”

[luveline]

Hi lovely could I request a baby blurb ? I was thinking one where the reader is super stressed with work and comes home and Steve’s cooking dinner ( she usually cooks) because he knows how stressed she is I love your writing so much always so cute and fluffy!

he is a babe and i love him !! tysm ♡ fem!reader | 0.6k

It's your turn to cook today. Which is fine – you don't mind sharing the chores with Steve, it keeps everything from building up. Plus, you love him, love living with him. It's just one of those things you have to do.

But you're so tired. Work demands your undivided attention while you're there and at least half while you're home lately. It's fine and you can handle it but it's so so heavy; you're trying to do things in your head days before you have to and now you need to go home and think of what to make with what's left in the pantry. Which is, like, a fucking millennium equation with no proof in sight. 

"What can I make with a freezer full of vegetables and a quarter pound of rice? And spaghetti?" you mutter to yourself dryly as you open the door. 

It takes less than a second for your nose to twitch. "Steve?" you call, perplexed. 

"Yeah, hey!" You round the banister and trudge into the kitchen. Steve sees you and beams. He's wearing soft clothes and has a tea towel thrown over his shoulder. "Hey," he sing-songs. 

"Hi," you mumble, your lips quickly squished against his, your greeting lost. His is a better one anyway. 

It's a quick kiss but as comforting as they always tend to be. He pulls your face from his and rubs the highest point of your cheek before turning back to the burner, where he's hard at work. 

"What are you making?" you ask weakly. 

He nods towards a faded cookbook splayed open on the countertop and stirs the pot with a wooden spoon. "Minestrone." 

You walk on light footing to peer into the cookbook, cautious, as though reading the recipe will make it less real. You smooth a fingertip down the page and can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "It was my turn to make dinner tonight."

"I know. But… you know- you've been so overwhelmed at work, and I used all the good shit yesterday. I knew it was gonna be a jigsaw puzzle."

"I was thinking a millennium problem." 

"Those math things?" 

You laugh under your breath and turn away from the book, leaning back on your hands. "Thanks, Stevie." 

"It's only dinner." 

You raise your eyebrows and he raises his back. You spend a few seconds in limbo then, unstoppable force meets immovable object. Steve abruptly glares at you, his gaze accusing. "Oh, I get it. You don't think I can make dinner two nights in a row." 

You meet his joke with your own deadpan. "Nope," you say, popping the 'p'.

"You're in for it, babygirl." 

You try to hide how silly happy the pet name makes you but Steve knows you well. His brows soften, his lips part. 

"I can make dinner all week, if it's what you need," he says carefully. "All month."

You push off of the counter and slide over the cold kitchen tile until your standing by his side. He peers down at you, assessing. 

"Thank you," your throat burns with how much you mean it, "but I- I'll be okay. I have you." 

He bumps his hip into yours. You look at him and he looks at you, the two of you smiling like fools. 

"You wanna try the soup?" he asks. 

"Is it good?" 

"No," he says without missing a beat. You stare at each other and then burst into roaring laughter. 

[stellamancer]

notes: uh. well. i considered writing this with todoroki and deku but. uh. i wrote bakugou instead. ahaha.... anyway, i’m not gonna say i endorse eating ice cream for breakfast but.... well no one stopped me today. :D  i’m sorry i’m always writing about food. but.... i can’t help it. i love food. also not proofread. oops

word count: 786

When you turn around and find Katsuki standing behind you in the kitchen, you nearly drop your breakfast— three healthy scoops of vanilla ice cream sitting in a small ceramic bowl decorated with bunnies. 

Maybe he won't notice, you think— you hope. You scurry past him, doing your best to seem nonchalant, like having ice cream at eight o'clock in the morning is the most natural thing in the world. 

"Oi!" he half-yells and you jump, knowing from the tone of his voice that you've been caught. "What the fuck is that?"

You whirl around and find him glaring at your bowl like it’s done something to offend. Actually, knowing Katsuki, it probably has. You smile sheepishly, "Breakfast?"

Katsuki's eyes flicker up to yours, then back down to your bowl. His mouth twists into a scowl as he says, "That's fucking ice cream."

"...and?" you ask, tempting fate itself with your question. 

"That's not fucking breakfast," he grounds out as if it should be obvious. 

At this moment, there are two choices left open to you: concede and probably put your ice cream back in the freezer to be enjoyed at a more Katsuki approved time or to defend your choice.

You choose the latter.

"Sure it is," you argue, your tone light in an attempt to make it seem like you're not picking a fight with Katsuki who is most definitely a fan of the traditional Japanese breakfast. "Whatever you eat first thing in the morning counts as breakfast, right?"

He growls and you really should have known that he wouldn't let you off the hook with that kind of explanation. "You know what I mean, brat!"

You frown and shoot back. "I wanted something sweet!"

"Then fuckin' make pancakes or something!"

"No! That's too much effort!" you argue. While you can agree that some American breakfast offerings would definitely satisfy your sweet tooth, all of them require way more effort than you're willing to put in on a weekday morning when you have work. 

Katsuki scowls and you wonder if maybe, just maybe he'll make you pancakes. If he makes you pancakes, that would be the best thing ever, actually. You wouldn't mind giving up your ice cream for a taste of Katsuki's amazingly fluffy and soft pancakes. You know he knows this too, with the way he grins menacingly at you. Were you in the right mind, and not thinking of Katsuki's delicious homemade pancakes, you would have realized the truth of what's about to happen, but you're not and Katsuki lifts the bowl from your hands and deposits it in the freezer. 

In your foolishness, you make your way to the table and wait, your mind filled with images of pancakes— stacks of warm pancakes slathered in slabs of melty butter and drenched in luscious rivers of maple syrup. You’re practically salivating at the thought.  A few moments later Katsuki deposits another bowl before you and…

It’s yogurt. 

A modest amount of creamy white yogurt in a bowl, topped with an arrangement of fresh berries topped with a glimmering drizzle of honey with a sprinkle of granola. Katsuki’s not the type to go all out on plating, so you know that he tried here, but…

“These aren’t pancakes,” you say flatly, betrayed. 

"Y'really think I've got time to make fucking pancakes?" Katsuki retorts, ready to dig into his own bowl of fruit and yogurt.

You glance at the clock and he's got to leave in the next hour and you know that Katsuki's homemade pancakes are at least a two hour affair. 

"...guess not," you grumble, pouting. You lift the spoon and thank him for the breakfast but before you take a bite, you decide to ask. "...what's the difference between this and ice cream anyway? Other than the toppings."

" 's healthier, you idiot!" he hisses. "Now shut up and eat or you'll be late!"

"...but Katsuki," you whimper pathetically. "I want pancakes now. Take responsibility for deceiving me with the promise of pancakes."

He shoots you a glare but you ignore it and give him your best puppy dog eyes. The two of you have a staring contest that lasts a couple minutes and finally, finally, he rips his gaze from yours with the annoyed click of his tongue and you know that that means he's lost.

"Fucking fine! I'll make you pancakes on our next day off!" he relents and you cheer. "But I better not fucking catch you trying to have ice cream for breakfast again!"

"Okay!" you agree cheerfully, finally digging into the yogurt bowl Katsuki’s made for you, pleased that there will be pancakes.

Even though it’s going to be a whole week until you get them.

[tranquilpetrichor]

the formula for late nights

cast: gunwook (zb1) x gn biochem major!reader

wc: 722

genre: college!au

warnings: food, mentions of yn drinking sometimes to deal with stress, descriptions of food, academic pressure

a/n: eris try to make a story where yn isn't slightly unhinged challenge failed. also the two could be interpreted as having a crush on one another. now that my finals are over, hopefully i can post more

sitting on an armchair in your suite, you sigh with relief as you finish your chemistry homework. you place the little pencil back into the iPad and shut the case. the device goes back into your bag, where you hope you won't have to see it until tomorrow's class.

you're glad that you've finished your homework for the day because you're sure as hell that you cannot handle doing another problem (no more stoichiometry, please!).

your friend, park gunwook, steps into the common room of your suite and greets you. he's been over for a while, but he was busy helping someone else in the suite with math homework and hasn't bothered you since.

he'd wondered if anyone would even ask for his tutoring help, but you assured him that there would always be someone agonizing over math. hm, maybe you should try it one day (if only you had the time)..

he glances at your packed bag. "so, you're finally done suffering through chem?"

you groan, stretching your muscles. holy shit, you worked for about an hour without getting up?

"i guess. for now, at least."

he chuckles and walks over to your snack cabinets. "for now."

you're not even tall enough to reach some of the shelves on the upper cabinets without the usage of a step stool, yet he has the audacity to steal food from there sometimes.

seemingly changing his mind, he walks to the freezer instead, opening the door to peek inside. you don't bother to ask what he's looking for because you already know.

"i can say goodbye to my chocolate ice cream," you mutter.

he protests. "what? it's good. and it's not my fault we like the same flavor."

perks of having a friend with way too much of a similar taste in food, you suppose.

"i guess we could share? we do have a lot."

not even thirty seconds later, two small bowls, two spoons, and an ice cream scoop are out, the latter item present because you never want to try scooping out ice cream with a regular spoon again.

there also happens to be brownies in the fridge that another friend of yours named jiwoo brought over yesterday.

"take them," she had said, "i won't finish them all anyways."

of course you took them, because who are you to say no to offerings of food?

you find the container and give it to gunwook, who's sitting on the couch across from the tv. there's six brownies left, but you'll probably save some for later.

"oh, we forgot drinks." gunwook says. he stares at you as your lips curve into a knowing smile. "no, y/n, not the alcoholic kind. we are not asking our neighbors for soju today."

you pretend to be disappointed and laugh. "don't worry, you know i only allow myself to drink in the dorms during weekends. it's only thursday. and it's an every-other-week type of thing."

(is it from stress built up through the week? perhaps. did you choose the life of a biochem major willingly? yes, so maybe this is your fault.)

gunwook looks for some chocolate milk instead and rolls his eyes.

"not the best habit, but at least you're more responsible than some other people we know."

you shudder. having to be the parent of the group along with gunwook and help drunk friends home from frat parties is a terrible experience, but you digress. tonight is a time for staying in, occupying the couch, and sharing treats.

he calls out to you. "do you want to watch tv?"

without a second thought, you perk up and join him on the couch. he's already unfolded the blue blanket that sits there, and drapes it over both of you.

"what show?"

he's surfing through the various programs on his tv, and you seem to sink a little further into the couch.

"how about the last of us?"

you nod. "i haven't even started it yet."

(you're known in the friend group for saying "i'll watch [insert show]" and never doing it.)

he smiles and navigates over to hbo max on the screen with your remote. "i think a little brain break is well-deserved."

"couldn't agree more."

with that, you allow yourself and gunwook the luxury of another late night spent in good company with each other.

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (reader on pill), cream pie,

Words: 2513

Kinktober: Food Play for @pumkinspice28

Ao3 link Masterlist

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It’s been a little while since you and Steve were able to have some time for yourselves. After Starcourt blew up and Billy’s passing, things in town just didn’t seem like they wanted to calm down. Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. In the sense of Upside Down fuckery, things were calm. But when you find yourself best friends with a bunch of thirteen year olds who always want to do something and look up to you for companionship, you and your boyfriend become very busy very quickly. 

The saving grace, surprisingly, was Nancy. Offering that she and Robin take the kids out and do something together, giving you and Steve some much needed alone time. You were shocked because despite the girl dating Jonathan, you could’ve sworn she still harbored feelings for Steve. Not that you could really blame her if she did. Steve is an amazing boyfriend, not to mention very pleasing to look at. 

Pulling up to your shared apartment with Steve after closing up Family Video, you were very excited to finally spend some time with him. What you weren’t expecting was to walk through the front door and see your boyfriend in the kitchen. He’d made you guys dinner and it smelled delicious. Your mouth started to water the second you crossed the threshold and kicked off your shoes. 

“It smells amazing, Stevie,” you smile, tossing your bag and vest on the couch, leaving you in a low cut top. “What’d you make?” You ask, coming up behind your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his middle while he stirs what looks like a dark gravy or some sort of sauce in a pot. 

Setting the wooden spoon down, he turns in your hold, stroking his fingers along the small of your back. “Pot roast, veggies, and mashed potatoes. Everything is staying warm in the oven while I finish up the gravy.” Steve kisses your nose, “did you have a good shift?” 

You sign into his contact, “yeah, it wasn’t too bad, actually. Robin let me go a little early that way the kids didn’t see me before I left. I still can’t believe we get a whole night to ourselves.”

Steve smiles brightly, excitement sparkling in his eyes. “Me either, I’m honestly surprised Dustin hasn’t called in annoyance yet. Let me finish this and then we can eat,” your boyfriend leans in, sealing your mouths together though you can’t stop smiling. 

You’re far too excited as well but you set up the table so he can finish up. 

Dinner, unsurprisingly, was amazing. Steve has always been a fantastic cook and it shows that he enjoys doing it too. “I hope you saved room for dessert,” he says, placing the dishes in the sink. 

“Dessert?” You perk up, ever present sweet tooth all too happy. With a grin, Steve nods towards the fridge. Moving any faster and your socks would have made you slip on your way. Yanking open the door, you can’t contain your squeal. Finding chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. You yank out the can of whipped cream in excitement. 

Coming up behind you, Steve shakes a container of sprinkles, “there’s ice cream in the freezer too.” 

You giggle and turn around, “all we need is your sailor uniform and you’re good to go, huh? Gonna make me a sundae?” 

Steve’s eyes drag along your body, “I can do that.” 

A blush burns your cheeks, unsure why the response caused the reaction in the first place. “I-I’ll get the scoop and some bowls,” you stammer, nervous under the intense gaze of his brown eyes. Busying yourself with the task, Steve takes all of the other items and places them on the counter beside you. While he opens everything else, you pop the cap off the whipped cream. Not wanting to wait, you hover the nozzle over your mouth and press down. Giggling when a little too much comes out, dripping down the corner of your mouth as you try to catch all of it. 

Steve’s thumb quickly swipes it away, watching you with glazed eyes, he brings the digit to his mouth, sucking it clean. Good god. That’s something to fucking see. “Fuck the bowls,” Steve says, “who needs one when I have something as sweet as you?” 

You choke. Trying your very best to make sure that whipped cream doesn’t make its way into your lungs from his words. Or out of your nose for that matter. “What?” You embarrassingly squeak. 

Flipping open the top of the chocolate sauce, you can only watch as Steve turns the bottle, dripping some over the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend hums to himself, leaning in to lick and suck the treat from your skin. A deep moan pushes past your lips, Steve biting the flesh. “Yeah, I like that idea a lot better,” he groans, lifting you up effortlessly and laying you down on the now clean dining room table. 

“S-Steve,” you pant your breaths at the hungry look in your boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Yes, princess?” He asks, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. 

You’re incredibly turned on and all he’s done is said some choice words and licked your neck. Okay, so maybe it’s been a little while since the two of you had a chance to have sex too. Adding in the food is a first though. But you’re so ready. “Nothing,” you reply, lifting up to yank your shirt over your head, eager to be his plate. 

His hands roam every inch of your exposed body. Arching your back, allowing him to unclasp your bra and toss it who cares where. Peppering kisses down your torso, Steve curls his fingers in your lacy panties, removing those too. Now fully exposed to your boyfriend, you can’t help but notice the lack of nakedness from him. You catch the hem of his shirt when he tries to move away, a whine of protest crawling from your throat. 

“Sorry, angel,” Steve chuckles, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt off. Your eyes dilate at the tan skin covered in chest hair. Not something you ever thought you’d be into, but on Steve it’s fucking intoxicating. “Now,” he leans over your face, “be my good girl and sit still for me. I’m starving,” Steve all but growls, slamming his mouth to yours. 

His tongue pushes past your lips and you moan into the kiss, carding your fingers through his locks. You love being the only one who’s allowed to mess up Steve’s perfect hair. It fills you with more pride than it should. 

But all too soon, Steve pulls away, going to get the ingredients from the counter and place them beside you on the table. Shaking the canister of whipped cream, smiling he outlines your nipples with the treat. After putting some above your aching pussy- because actually on it would be fun for no one- Steve points the nozzle at your mouth. Gratefully, you open your mouth, flavor bursting on your tongue. 

All you can do is watch in awe as Steve makes you eat your words. Literally making you a sundae. He’s far more generous with the chocolate sauce than he was with the cream. Doing zigzags literally everywhere. Neatly over the whipped cream he left and then on your thighs and stomach. The more you watch him put on your body, the wetter you get. So badly needing him to trace the lines with his tongue already. Just like the cream, once satisfied, Steve offers you some. This time, when the chocolate hits your tongue, so does Steve’s. Swirling along yours for the most delicious taste you’ve ever had. 

Your chest heaves, despite your efforts to stay still. You’d hate to ruin his masterpiece. Steve regards you as nothing less either. Little noises of approval at the designs he places along your skin. Shaking some sprinkles, you giggle when he tosses the closed container over his shoulder. Always one to throw humor into anything to make sure you’re at ease and enjoying yourself. Your pupils dilate further, watching his long fingers dig into the jar of cherries to put one on either nipple. You squirm, your cunt undoubtedly dripping onto the table. You want his fingers inside you so fucking badly. 

Something Steve must realize, because after giving you a cherry, he sucks his fingers clean, reaching down to rub them along your folds. His eyes darken, “you’re so fucking wet, princess.” Steve’s lips curl into a devilish grin, “such a dirty girl,” he chuckles darkly at the loud moan from your lips when he thrusts two fingers inside you deep. “Stay still,” your boyfriend chastises, “don’t ruin my work before I’ve finished it.” 

Like that’s the easiest thing to do when he pumps his fingers so deliciously. The sweetness on your tongue and the look in his eyes pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Warmth pools in your stomach and your limbs lock up, moaning wantonly, “Steve. Steve, please.” 

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispers in your ear and you whine. “Good. Cum, sweet girl,” Steve rushes back, thrusting his fingers faster until you explode. Trembling, you scream through your orgasm, soaking his fingers. Steve’s tongue laps up your juices, pulling his fingers out to clean you up. “Fuck, you always taste so fucking good.” Steve kisses your thigh, licking up some of the chocolate sauce, “almost done, promise.” His brown eyes flick up to your hooded gaze, “I need to be inside you so bad, princess.” 

His words alone make you moan. You’re a mess and you want his cock inside you too. Really fucking badly. Probably worse than him with one orgasm under your belt and laying out in the open like this. It’s almost a tease as much as it is fun. Your eyes widen, Steve coming up to eat the treats he’d made of your nipples. You moan when his tongue reaches the sensitive bud, swirling and sucking until they’re both clean. Eyes rolling back, you try not to squirm as he cleans the chocolate sauce from your torso. 

“Steve,” you gasp, reaching up to try and pull him closer. 

But your boyfriend backs off, “one last thing,” he says, grabbing a spoon and opening the chocolate ice cream. Confused, you cock your head as he puts a spoonful in his mouth and sets the container aside. Steve winks at you. 

Why the fuck did he wink at- “shit,” you gasp, goosebumps pebbling your flesh. Your boyfriend trails the ice cream down your stomach towards the mound of whipped cream above your pussy. It’s so fucking cold. So why does it feel so good? Steve makes quick work of cleaning you off. 

His brown eyes are intense and glassy, watching you as he trails his tongue along the ice cream. Holy shit. Compared to the coldness of the ice cream, Steve’s tongue is that much hotter. Scorching your skin as he cleans the mess he’d created. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem able to keep stopping anymore. Once your torso is slick with his spit rather than dessert, your boyfriend keeps moving down. You hear his pants unbuckle and clank against the tile floor. But the majority of your focus is on his tongue. 

Dipping inside your folds, making you moan wildly, he toys with you. Steve has always loved eating you out. Doing it after literally eating off of you seems all the more fun to him. You can’t fucking breathe. His tongue swirls along your clit deliciously. Perfectly. One hand spreads your thighs apart, smearing chocolate sauce everywhere, the other slides back into your throbbing pussy. Your walls clench around the digits, hips grinding against his face while Steve moans with you. He always said your pleasure gets him off. His mouth and fingers play your body like a piano, expertly calling forth another orgasm. 

You shake through it, crying out and throwing your head back. 

Steve yanks his fingers out and you hiss at the abruptness of the action. Barely even getting the split second to really feel the loss, your boyfriend slams himself inside of you. A loud moan rips from your throat, hands coming up to dig your nails into his biceps. Fingers are one thing, Steve’s cock being so deep in your pussy so fast leaves you tingly all over. Pleasure coursing through your body faster than blood. He grins at you with the smallest hint of teeth as he slowly drags himself back.

“God,” you groan, head thumping against the table. You can’t handle seeing it on top of feeling it. Too much. Way too much. But it’s also really fucking good. Because Steve keeps his torturous, slow pace, raising your heartbeat higher and higher. 

“Come on, angel,” Steve coos deeply, “look at me.” With a small whimper, you do as you're told, met with dark eyes, almost black, and his muscles twitching from holding himself up. “That’s my girl,” he praises, the only hint you get before he thrusts faster. Harder than before. Hitting that sweet spot until your toes curl. “So pretty. Squeeze me, sweetheart, come on.”

You babble incoherent words, probably his name. Not that you have any fucking clue if that’s true or not. So much pleasure wracks your frame, you tremble, orgasm coiling tightly in your gut. All the while those damn brown eyes stare into you, full of love and absolute bliss. The sight of him enjoying your body as much as you enjoy his is what does it for you. Your walls flutter, unable to clench around him any longer as you cum again. You’ve lost count now to be perfectly honest. 

That’s quite okay with you. 

Steve moans deep in his chest, watching you fall apart while literally balls deep always gets to him. “Gonna fill you up now angel,” your boyfriend’s thrusts get sloppy, but not even remotely softer. His face pinches, thrusting deep inside before you feel the warmth of his release filling you up. 

God, you love the way that feels. One day you’ll get off the pill and give him his band of Harringtons. But for now, you’ll close your eyes in bliss at the way his cum feels inside your pussy. 

Carefully, Steve pulls out and drops a finger between your legs, “so messy. I think you should clean yourself up,” Steve says, running it up your folds, humming to himself, before bringing the white coated digit to your face. Eyes half focused and heavy, a smile pulls at your lips and you open wide. You groan with glee at the taste, sucking his finger clean. “Always my good girl, huh?” 

You nod happily, wrapping your arms around Steve to pull him close, “I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, too,” he taps your nose with a soft smile. “Let’s get you up and into the bath.” You hold on tighter, knowing he’ll carry you there himself. Steve is the master of cuddles and loving touches and you’re more than looking forward to it.

[icallhimjoey]

Yooo!! Your writing is elite 🤭😍

If you’re still taking requests, how about Joe with a single mother reader? He loves her daughter too but sometimes he has to remind her she is her own person

so, congratulations, you now have a child named Hazel and you love her YOU'RE WELCOME wordcount: 1.7K  ---------- 

Great Break 

You were altogether too flustered, rushing through making dinner, but the broccoli was boiling over, the sauce was getting too thick, and the chicken was still frozen because you forgot to take it out of the freezer that morning. Moving pots, reaching for the spoon that left big globs of sauce on the counter, you felt frustration build within you. You were surrounded by mess, and you had promised yourself you’d get home early that day to clear it all up. Except you hadn’t gotten home early, and the weight of the day felt heavy on your shoulders. Because work had been busy, unexpectedly hectic, and if there was one thing you really thrived on, it was helping others.    You checked the clock and knew your brother could be there any second now. You’d taken on an extra shift on Saturdays, and he’d been graciously kind, offering to watch Hazel for you.   The doorbell rang at the same time the microwave beeped. You quickly opened the microwave to find steaming chicken filets, the outside of them white, and they almost looked like rubber. You stuck a fork in – still rock hard. “Shit,” you slammed it shut and turned it on for another 30 seconds before quickly rushing to the front door, expecting your brother with Hazel. But it wasn’t your brother. And it wasn’t your daughter. 

  "Hi,” Joe whizzed past you into the hallway, two pizza boxes in hand. He toed off his shoes and called for Hazel. “She’s not here yet,” you commented, closing the door behind him. “And I am cooking dinner.” You nodded towards the pizza boxes in Joe’s hands and gave him a pointed look, hands on hips. “Oh, you’re meal-prepping? Look at those organizational skills! Such good planning!” Joe leant in and gave you a kiss on the cheek that you tiredly accepted before he walked further into the house. You knew that Joe knew very well that you weren’t meal-prepping, but honestly, the pizza was a welcome addition to your evening. “Get out of that uniform before we have dinner, will you?” Joe called out, and you rolled your eyes at Joe taking complete control over how this night was going to go.    You were in the middle of getting changed when you heard the doorbell ring again. “I got it!” Joe called before you could even think of rushing to open the door.    “Hazel!” Joe called out excitedly when he opened the door, only to be met by your stressed-out brother and a crying child. The loud crying instantly filled your home, and you knew it was probably nothing, but panic washed over you at the sound of her distress.   “She’s been like this since about 4ish,” your brother said, handing the squirmy, screaming 2 year-old girl to Joe. “We’ve tried everything: food, drink, toys, TV… but I think she just misses Y/N, don’t you Hazel? You miss mummy?”   “Mummy’s right here,” you said, stepping into the hallway, quickly pulling down the hoodie that you’d quickly thrown on. Hazel was already reaching out for you, her little red face wet form thick tears. You thanked your brother before your full attention was with your baby girl, hugging her tightly as her tiny arms found their way around your neck. She was hot and sticky, surely from the crying, and you swayed her into the living room.    Your brother looked at Joe and nodded after you. “Is she getting any sleep?” he said it like his worry was a secret kept from you, soft enough so just Joe would hear.   “You know she’ll lie if I ask.” Joe stated, leaning back to see into the living room to check if you were listening in on them. Your brother nodded. He knew what you were like. “Hey thanks for taking Hazel today, next week I should have the day off so you won’t have to.” Joe said, holding his hand out for your brother to grab and giving him a half-hug the way men would so effortlessly do. “Of course, any time.” Your brother turned to leave, but stopped. “She used to take baths,” your brother tipped Joe before he could close the door. Joe hovered in the doorframe for a second. Then your brother shrugged. “Hogged the bathroom for hours when we were young.” Joe silently took the advice before saying goodbye and closing the door.   Patience, you think. There’s strength in patience. All you truly could do was hold your child and love her. Eventually she would stop crying, and maybe have a bite of pizza before bed. Her cries were still loud in your ear, but you had felt her little body relax against yours, her head now stuck to your shoulder. You wished you could just let her melt right into you. You slow-danced her in circles, swaying her in an attempt to soothe her enough to calm down. Patience. You caught Joe’s eye from his spot in the doorway to the living room. “She’ll be okay,” you explained to Joe, and Joe couldn’t help but chuckle at you reassuring him. He was sure you were telling yourself more than you were telling him.     But your pizza grew cold as Hazel grew tired, and your heavy legs and sore arms were struggling. Joe had tried to take her from you twice, but you’d refused. If Hazel needed you, you would be there, even if you’d just worked a long shift and had half frozen chicken filets still in your microwave. You had chosen to have her despite what your then-boyfriend had wanted, and you had accepted what that would mean for your life. This was your responsibility, and you loved her like you didn’t know you could love anyone. Ever.   Joe had fed you a couple of bites of pizza as you kept moving around the room with Hazel in your arms, but you hadn’t even gotten close to finishing a full slice.   When you started to feel Hazel’s breath even out, you moved her into your arms like a baby and saw that sleep had overtaken her. You didn’t stop your swaying because you knew the second you’d stop moving or if you’d put her down, her eyes would shoot open like she’d had six coffees on an empty stomach. Her new position was a godsend for your acidified muscles, though. Slotting her against your stomach with both your arms, her little head in the crook of your elbow, you moved slowly towards the sofa. Joe perched up, hoping he could be of some assistance finally. But you slowly lowered yourself onto the sofa next to him and leant back, the warmth of your body not leaving Hazel, keeping her in her slumber.    It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to doze off yourself. Hazel’s hot body made you extra drowsy. You’d flutter in between consciousness and dreams, only slightly being pulled back into your living room because you could hear Joe tidying. And doing dishes. And filling Tupperware with whatever you had managed to cook successfully that night. It wasn’t until you felt careful hands picking up your daughter from your lap that you jolted out of you sleep.   “Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got her,” Joe whispered, handling Hazel like fragile cargo and taking slow steady steps to take her to bed. You blinked yourself awake more and noticed the place looked spotless. You made a mental note to thank Joe and return the favour to him somehow. It was honestly too much, he didn’t have to do this. It didn’t feel fair; Joe had never asked for this when you matched on a dating app a year ago. You’d not exactly hidden Hazel from him, but you also hadn’t been completely honest, afraid to show Joe all your cards too early, because you were sure it’d scare him off. But then Joe found himself in too deep, and when he had come by to return a scrunchie – a fucking scrunchie that absolutely didn’t need returning, clearly a weak excuse just to see you again – you had opened the door with Hazel in your arms and there really was no way to lie yourself out of it anymore.    Just when you started to think Joe was taking too long putting Hazel down, you heard him turn on the lights in the bathroom. Then, seconds later, the tap turned on and you could hear the water clattering into the bath. Joe jogged back into the living room to find you, took your hands into his and dragged you up from sofa before guiding you to the bathroom. “When are you going to take some time for yourself, hmm?” Joe asked, reaching for the bottom of your hoodie before pulling it up and over your head to help you undress. You felt heavy, like you wanted to cry but couldn’t muster up the energy to. Joe was running you a bubble bath. You tried to think back to the last time you took the time and energy to have a hot bath, but it had been too long – you couldn’t remember it.    “Great mothers deserve great breaks.” Joe kissed you on the cheek once more before turning you around and unclasping your bra.    You wore the compliment like armour. You’d always flatten Joe’s compliments out and stick them to your outside shell, so Joe could see them reflected and he’d know that they meant something to you. Like how a kid would look at their art up on a fridge with sparkling eyes after their parents would stick it up there with strong magnets. But Joe didn’t need to see his own kind words on you, he needed you to feel them.    You let yourself slowly sink into the tub, submerging yourself in bubbles that smelt of vanilla. Joe knelt down next to you and leant on the edge, his head resting on his arms.    “You’re going watch me bathe?” You joked through tired eyes.   “I’ll make sure you won’t drown when you fall asleep. Relax.” Joe smiled, and it made you wonder for a second about how you’d roped this man into your life, and what you had done in a previous life for Joe to stick around.   

[clatterbane]

Currently waiting for my insulin to kick in, with tonight's delight ready to go. We're headed well into the rainy chilly part of the year now, and today has been a great example. So, I got to craving some soup!

That's just some makeshift chicken vegetable stuff that I threw together, involving a couple of frozen chicken leg quarters, plus some leftover fried cabbage and half a container of tomato passata out of the fridge. I did cut up an onion and a few carrots for it, but the celery and little bit of green beans are straight out of the freezer. This batch has some thyme and dill, plus a little extra pepper on top of whatever was already in the cabbage. Which also brought some more onion and red pepper flakes to the mix.

On the side: some giant slightly fucked-up looking potato biscuits. Gluten free styley, of course.

We had about the right amount of mashed potatoes left in the fridge, so why not. I haven't made any potato biscuits in ages, and actually decided to look up some reference recipes for a change. We'll see how the lazy melted butter approach works out, as compared to cutting it into the flour like usual. I just subbed in my own impromptu mostly whole grain flour concoction, and added a spoonful of xanthan gum just to be safe though I figured the potato would keep it from going too crumbly without the extra binder. Since these are buttermilk, I also subbed in half a teaspoon of baking soda for one of the spoons of baking powder like I normally would.

That's looking and smelling entirely too good, and hopefully the biscuit consistency will be alright once I finally dig in!

[skunaskitten]

Eating with Yuji

Summary: You always loved to eat even more so when yuji was eating with you. Spending some time with him watching a movie and eating snack, things get a little heated when you decided to tease him.

Paring: Yuji Itadori x female reader

Warnings: 18+ yuji smut, oral, cum eating, blow job.

(yuji is to adorable eating pizza ^^)

You were not the typical girl who only ate in small bites and tried to be a lady when you were around people. No you were the quiet opposite of that, a female side you were a boy at heart with, looks of a woman from what your friends used to tell you. You were not afraid to get dirty or rough house with the boys you grew up with. Which has all led to where you are now eating like a savage animal. You never cared how people looked at you while you ate, or how your cheeks got messy with whatever sauce that was mixed with the food you cleaned up after. When you ate it looked like you starved yourself for a few days. But luckily with your genetics all the food you devoured, you never really gained a lot of weight because of the boyish spunky side you just burned off everything you put into your body.

Yuji was one of the favorite people you liked to hang out with from his jujutsu school only because you got so close to him and developed a steamy crush on this man. The way he smiled, laughed, he was both cute and sexy ,since you saw him one time with no shirt. His energy matches yours to the very last fiber of your being the both of you would be dorks together annoying everyone around you both. The times you spent at his place to binge watch movies which always ended up with you guys stuffing your faces with snacks. Itadori quickly caught on to your food habits. He saw the way you shove food into your mouth just like him as a smile appeared on his face then he would  wipe away bits of food from your cheeks. His actions always made you blush hard making your face turn red while you tried to turn away from him.

Megumi and Nobara always telling you that yuji likes you more than friends and gets stupid when talking about you. Ever since then you've been too nervous to make a move on him and just waited for him to make the first move. You were at his place today sitting across from him on his bed while a movie played in the background while you two talked instead of paying attention to it. He opened his mouth taking a bite of pizza that he made for himself and you sinking your teeth into a burger with extra sauce. As you opened your mouth like a snake and wiggled it deep into your mouth taking a hugged bite with it filling your cheeks. You swallowed hard and smiled taking another bite.

Yuji went to take a bite of his pizza when he looked over and stopped with his mouth open seeing you with sauce all on your lips and side of your mouth. His cheek dusted with pink watching your tongue lick it up cleaning yourself then your eyes darted to him. “Oh sorry. Didn’t know you were watching me.” Itadori looked away taking his bite of the pizza and felt his cock twitch a little from his thoughts. Wondering what it would feel like to have your tongue around him while he stuff your mouth with himself. You noticed that he was shy about something and you knew what it was from, you had a boyish mind so you knew with the sauce on your lips gave him a dirty thought.

After a few hours more into the night you and yuji snuggled against each other eating ice cream while you both watched a show. He had bowl of strawberry vanilla ice cream while you had one of the popsicles that he specifically saved for you, the pink strawberry flavored ones. You thought  it was sweet he left that flavor in the freezer when he found out it was your favorite. He was focused on the movie, shoving a spoon of ice cream into his mouth but then looked at you.

Your arm pressed against him slightly as he watched your tongue swirl around the tip of the popsicle. He stopped his eating to watch you shove it into your mouth sucking on it. The blush that filled his cheeks then you looked over to him catching him watching you. Yuji turned away to hide his face and placed the bowl over his lao to hide the growing hard on. You smirked knowing what was going on, so you teased him more on purpose. Licking the treat slowly letting it drip out the sides of your mouth then sucked the tip just before you shove it into your mouth and down your throat with no gag reflex. Yuji watched in shock and let out a quiet moan feeling his cock twitch.

After finishing the treat you looked at him licking your lips clean. "You alright there yuji?" He nodded his head and said "just watching the movie." You giggled then moved the bowl away from his lap to see his bulge in his shorts. He blushed a deep shade of pink as he looked at you. "Aww did cute yuji get hard when he saw me sucking and licking on a ice treat. Does he wish it was his cock in my mouth." Yuji gulped and muffled out a yes with a groan. He never heard you be so vulgar before you always been shy and part of it was because you were just tired of waiting, you wanted him.

You giggle and pressed your lips to his neck giving light nips and licks to his skin. He moaned out laying his head back then you moved to sit in his lap feeling his hard covered length pressed against your clothed cunt. You started to grind your hips against his making him moan more. "You want me yuji." Yuji grabbed your hips and bucked his hips against yours trying to feel you harder. "Damn it, yes I want to be buried inside of you. You drive me crazy and I fell in love with you. Be my girlfriend please."

You smiled at him with a blush then said "of course I will be your girlfriend yuji all you had to do was ask. I fell in love with you too. I have been wanting you for a while." His hands ran up your torso feeling your curves as you did the same thing putting you hands to his bare stomach under his shirt. Feeling his abs under your fingertips, the way his muscles flexed under your hands. Yuji got the hit then peeled off his shirt as your eyes roamed over his bare upper body. "Damn yuji you're so sexy."

He smiled as he watched you strip down to nothing he followed soon after then he pulled you flush against his body. You moaned and moved against him feeling his stiff cock slide across your soaking folds. But you didn't want him to be in you just yet, you wanted to please him with your tongue since you teased him long enough. You slid off his lap as he whined but then felt your lips on his neck as they trailed down his torso. He watched you slide between his legs to get on your knees in front of him, his brown honey eyes full of lust, staring at you. Your hands grabbed his cock making him shutter then felt you pump his length slightly squeezing his shaft while you pumped it. His tip started to leak with precum as you licked your lips and looked up to him. He watched you with need, a blush across his cheeks and mouth part, his eyes half closed.

"Yuji can I taste you." He whimpered and nodded his head just wanting to feel your lips around him. You smiled at his lost for words then you stuck out your tongue opening your mouth. Pressing the pad of your tongue to the tip of his cock giving a slow lick then pressed it to the base of his shaft licking up. Yuji shuttered then flexed his thighs as you rested your arms on them for support. You saw how thick he was thinking he might not even fit into your mouth, putting your lips to his head giving a light kiss then pushed his cock into your mouth.

He let out a moan and closed his eyes, laying his head back as he felt your tongue swirl around the slits of the mushroom tip. You pushed further down, getting more of him into your mouth. Sucking and using your hand squeeze the base of his cock as you bobbed your head using your hand to jerk the rest of him off so that you couldn't get down your throat. Yuji put his hand into your hair and ran his fingers through it, letting out moans. "Fuck you.. feel so good. Are you going to let me cum down your throat or you want it on your face. Oh shit." 

You continue to work on him as he starts to buck his hips feeling his abs flex. Feeling you move you heard with his slight thrust while you sucked and licked his tip as he moaned. Yuji let out deep moans, gripping your hair and bucked his hip moaning your name as he spilled his seed into your mouth painting the inside white, then tasted the sweet bitterness of his cum. It caught you off guard and pulled away feeling him slip from your mouth then looked up at him. His cum dripped out of your mouth and ran down your neck in a sticky mess as you swallowed some of the load that was in your mouth. Yuji looked at you and blushed with a smile seeing the mess on your face he made. "Here let me clean." He took his shirt and cleaned the milky seed off your face with a bright boyish grin. "Now come here and lay down. I think it's my turn to have a feast."

You did what you were told and laid down onto his bed, the back of your head landing on his pillow. He smirked and ran his hands up your thighs spreading your legs as he nuzzled his hips between them and pressed his lips to yours still tasting himself that lingered on your lips. You felt his lips trail down your neck and over your breast feeling his tongue on your peaked nipple sucking and licking it then showed love to the other. You moaned out his name and ran your fingers through his pink hair but let go when he moved his attention from your breast. Yujis lips ghosted over your navel then over your hips and to the mound of hair that slightly covers your wet flesh.

You tried to hide your face away from him. He smirked then placed his face between your thighs. Smelling your sweet scent of your hormones and arousal. "You smell so delicious and I want to eat it." You didn't have time to react to his words until you felt his tongue swipe up your soaking slit. He pressed his lips to the ones between your thighs and stuck out his tongue to flick your clit. Yuji sucking and licking your folds, eating you like he was starving. You moan and bucked your hips and grabbed his pink hair tugging on it slightly. "Yuji fuck. More please."  Soon you felt a finger plunge into you, curling and pumping it as he felt your soft walls closing around him.

"Hmmm yuji fuck." Yuji worked his tongue swirl across your clit putting you in pure bliss. Feeling a tightness in your womb as your hips rocked against his mouth wanting to feel more friction on your clit. "Yuji… I am so close don't stop. Ahh yes baby right there." He smirked slightly and pulled away a little saying "don't hold back sweetheart, I want to feast on all of you." You moaned and felt that button finally being hit by the pad of his tongue and threw your head back into his pillow and moaned. "Yuji!" Your thighs closed around his head hearing him slurp and felt his tongue licking your cream that leaked from you. He didn't care that you were trying to suffocate him.

Yuji sat up sitting on his knees then wiped off the rest of his mouth with the back of his hand, then he smiled wide seeing you in the afterglow of the oral sex. He leaned over you, slipping his hips between your thighs, grinding his cock against your folds. His tip poked at the entrance of your hole. "Y.yuji stop teasing and fuck me." He chuckled and pushed his hips forward to slam himself inside of you as you let out a grunt mixed with a whine. He looked at you worried he had hurt you. You reassured him with a smile to him then pulled his face down to kiss him as he started to rock his hips. The both of you still sensitive, you cumed quickly, clenching around his cock when he pounded into you. Yuji felt you squeeze around him letting out a deep moan as he released his seed into you. When he pulled out he could feel you milking every last bit of him.

"Can I eat you again?" You looked at him , seeing his boyish grin and blushed cheeks "I like the taste of you." You blushed and said "if you want but give me a minute to let my brain come back. Yuji laid beside you as you cuddled against his side but quickly ended up falling asleep. He smiled not minding the fact you passed out so soon, but the comfort of you made sleep take him as well. You started to wake up to feel his lips kissing your neck, now you were fully awake. Yuji smirked, saying "morning love. I am hungry."

Soon yuji was between your legs again devouring you until you cumed into his mouth and he swallowed all your cream that gushed from you. 

Ever since you two got together you sucked him any chance you got and in return he ate you. You loved eating with yuji, food and sex was your favorite meal time with him. Even the moment when he will bring you treats or snacks, bringing home all your favorites and ones he thought you might like. You loved to feel him inside you just as much as feeling his tongue on you. Eating with yuji was the best time of your life.

I think any of us would love to have a meal time with yuji *winks*. I am sure this boy will love to drown between your legs.

Hope you all enjoy the read <3

[countrymusiclover]

18 - Decisions and Realizations

Part 19

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Alina’s pov

Lizzie and I were hanging out in the kitchen since we didn't have class until later that evening. She was eating some ice cream from the freezer eyeing me with a smirk on her face. "So I have some questions and since you're literally a hybrid supernatural being I think you can answer some of them."

"Oh you do huh. Dare I ask why me and not my mom or your own?" I asked her to hoist myself up onto the kitchen island.

She stabbed her spoon into her ice cream cup. "Come on, Lina. Pretty please for me."

"Hmm….fine." I gave into the Gemini siphoner witches request seeing as I had nothing better to do and I enjoyed her company.

She sat her cup down near my side clasping her hands together blabbering off like this was her first crush or something. “Okay so I met this strange guy out in the Old Mill and he has this kind of old accent.”

“Like my dad?” I asked her.

She nodded in agreement talking again. “Kind of like the type that uses the term fancy or whatever. Anyway his name is Sebastian and I need your help figuring out what type of supernatural he is.”

“How do you think I would know anything about what he is?” Tilting my head at her I was confused.

Lizzie puts her hands on my knees meeting my gaze with a half serious expression on her face. “Because I need to know if he is stalking me to just have sex or is he stalking me because he likes me.”

"Why should I know anything like that, Lizzie." I spat at the blonde in front of me.

She rolled her eyes with an innocent chuckle like I was kidding. "Uh because you and Jackson have been married for almost five years now. So I assumed that you could pick up on a guys tell."

"No, Lizzie. That’s ridiculous." Shaking my head at her.

The Saltzman twin made a confused face. "So you’re telling me Jackson doesn't tell you that he wants to have sex with you?"

"He does. I just…I'm waiting until I'm ready." Avoiding her gaze I knew my cousin in front of me wasn't a virgian anymore.

Lizzie blinked her eyes and let the room fill with silence trying to find the right words but she had none for this type of situation. "So you’re telling me you're a virgin, Alina.."

"Yeah I am. Is that bad?' I questioned her.

She takes my hands in hers, sending me a kind smile knowing I was self conscious now. "No, cuz. It's totally fine. I just assumed because you're parents keep popping out kids that maybe you and Jackson would-"

"I don't want to hear about my parents and their sex life, Lizzie!" Slapping a hand over her mouth I cut the witch off feeling my face turning bright red at the thought.

She held her hands up in surrender backing away from me. “Chill out, werewitch. But it’s the truth and we both know it. I mean they're five kids….oh it’s time. Wish me luck. I have a date with Sebastian.” She glanced at the clock on the wall waving bye to me as she left the room.

“Bye Lizzie-beer.” I waved leaving the kitchen in search of my mother since she convinced me that this was something we should talk about. Standing outside the headmistress office I knocked stepping inside to see that it was just her meaning dad must have been off with Henrik playing some kind of game otherwise my dad would be in the room with her. “Hey mom, can I talk with you about something..kind of personal?”

She pushed aside her notebook of work, putting her hands on top of the desk. “Always honey. Shut the door and we can talk.”

“It’s about me and Jackson.” I shut the door sitting in one of the chairs she had in front of the desk. Tucking hair behind my ear I shifted my gaze up to meet hers after a minute of silence. “This is awkward to ask but ... .what made you decide to sleep with dad for the first time?”

My mother ran her fingers through her hair that she put in a messy ponytail. “Oh wow. If your father was here he would definitely be threatening Jackson’s life. Thankfully you just found me….I guess I’d say the moment I knew I was ready to lose my virginity to your father was the night that I knew I loved him. I had never been in love with anyone you see. But I couldn’t live physically and emotionally without your father. Once I had that feeling I knew he was the one forever and always.”

“So it’s not weird that Jack and I have been together for awhile and we are both virgins?” I questioned my heretic mother feeling better about the situation.

She reached across the desk taking my hands in hers smiling longingly at me. “Alina, the best advice I can give you is just to wait until you are completely sure you are ready. Yes you are already married but that doesn’t mean you have to jump into bed with Jackson so soon.”

“Thanks mom. I knew you’d have the answer.” Getting to my feet I hugged her quickly.

She shrugs her shoulders chuckling before I leave her to get back to work. “I may not have a thousand years under my belt like you’re father but I do know some things. Have fun, Lina.”

It was nightfall by the time I had worked up the courage to face Jackson in his dorm room. Even though mom’s advice helped I still felt nervous to have this type of conversation with him. We were still only young adults regardless of the ceremony to untie our werewolf sides together. “Jack, there is no easy way to say this so I’m just going to come out with it. Have you….do you want to sleep with me?”

“Woah Lina. I thought you weren’t ready for that kind of conversation.” He was sitting down on the bed with his arms behind his head while he laid down.

Running my hands down my shirt I felt more nervous than I already was when I came in here. "It's awkward, yes. But…I don’t know what to say."

"Listen to me, Lina. I know Mt mother said that this would have to be a real marriage in every way. But I don't want you to think that I'm rushing you into anything you've not comfortable with. You do understand that right?" Jackson came over taking my hands in his with a kind smile that suited him.

Squeezing his hands in mine I met his deep brown eyes, reaching up and brushing some of his curls from his eyes. "Jack, I care about you a lot. That much I know. In terms of our relationship I think I'm ready for this."

"I'm not pressuring you with this right, Alina?" Jack moved one hand to cradle my face where I lightly shook my head not about to kiss him until the door flung opened making us separate.

Missy entered the room holding up a necklace to me and Jackson. "Alina, you have to touch this thing I just found in the old abandoned room in the mansion. You won't believe it when you see what I saw." I slowly touched the necklace and I instantly saw a strange girl that had the same auburn hair as the Hope girl from Ethan’s school.

The Hope girl was moving a paintbrush across her page that was a blue ocean. She looked up at my mom and dad seeing they were watching her. "Mom says you like to paint too."

"I do, very much." Dad grinned brightly. He pulled the chair away, sitting down staring at her.

She looks at mom, placing a blank page in front of him. He picks up a paintbrush drawing something with orange. "Daddy, watch Invisique." Missy called his name, making him lift his gaze upward.

She disappeared from Alina's view when she took a hold of her orange gem necklace that I had given her. "What the - Missy that's cheating!"

"You did it last time." Missy became visible again before Alina could grab her light green gemstone necklace but I didn’t remember this Hope girl being around or ever call my parents like they were hers.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married, Alina. I’m the older sister. I’m supposed to go first.” Hope said pulling me in for a hug before I was getting ready for the wedding between me and Jackson. Missy wasn’t there because she was picking out the perfect flowers for me to carry so it was just the two of us alone talking.

Tucking hair behind my ear when we broke the embrace I smiled at my sister. “Yeah well at least I actually got to know Jack before we say I do. I just worry that this will make us separate now and everything.”

“Don’t ever think something like that, Lina.” Hope takes my hands in hers making me look her directly in the eye. “You’re my sister always and forever. We will always be there for one another.”

I trailed off still a little unsure. “Yeah but what if the universe wants to tear us apart?”

“It doesn’t matter if I have to scale hell and back. I will always be just a call away. I will always protect my sisters.” She vowed where I flung my arms around her, knowing that she truly meant what she said to me that evening.

One more memory appeared in my mind bringing up the time when Missy and I got in trouble with mom and dad. The Hope girl spoke up sitting down on the couch hitting her hands on her knees. “We knew it would take something big to bring you home.”

“So you had your little hybrid friend attack your cousin and her parents?” He scolded her like she was his child.

Hope rolled her eyes thinking that their plan was perfectly fine. “Henry just did the heavy lifting. And "attack" is a really strong word. They’re fine. In a really nice coffin, sleeping. Mom cloaked her in a sleeping spell for five years until I wrote a better one myself.”

“You're just gonna go disappear again if we tell you ... .and then mom will cut our communication with you all together like she did for almost two years until we did something about it.” Alina snarled, crossing her arms over her chest glaring at mom.

In these memories, I saw Hope in various situations and locations, ones that didn’t make sense to me at first but more just kept racing through my head until finally I drew my hand from the necklace, my mind was filled with questions. I turned to my twin sister who had a curious expression on her face, hoping she could provide some answers. “Missy, what the hell was that!”

“I’m not messing with you, sis. She’s really our older sister. I…I was just as confused as you are now. But then it’s all coming back to me. I remember Hope leaving us here with mom and dad while she went to save Landon. But now it makes sense why Alairc didn’t know who sent him the message that Landon needed him that night.” Missy rambled her words off a mile a minute throwing her hair around as she paced in front of me.

I felt tears starting to fall down my face letting my brain try and catch up with my emotions. Threading my fingers through the knots in my hair I couldn’t believe it almost. “Malivore made us forget about our own sister. There is no way in hell that we are letting her do something like that ever again.”

“I have a question. Who is this Hope girl you’re talking about exactly?” Jackson raised his hand out of one of the pockets on his red flannel shirt.

Before Missy or I could say any response to his questions we turned our heads at the sound of someone yelling through the upstairs dorms. And it sounded like it was coming from the Saltzman twins room. “Hope Andrea Mikaelson!”

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[hold-him-down]

Leo eating ice cream👀🫶

Leo sits in the center of his bed, his legs folded under him, flipping through the pages of his spiral-bound notebook. 

Its contents, Leo thinks, are his most valuable possession. Every rule, every half-rule, all the suggestions that he remembers Luke telling him fill the first pages. When it was clear that Luke was becoming more careful about creating rules, it became a place to write the things that he did that he thought made Luke happy, and the things he did that upset him. 

Every night, Leo looks through it to try to find patterns. To try to figure out whatever missing pieces he can. Luke knows that this notebook exists, but Leo isn’t sure if he’s looked through it yet. 

He flips to the first blank page and writes a ‘one.’

If you do well, I’ll sneak you a treat, Handler Young says. 

Luke seemed happy that I suggested eggs for breakfast. He writes a ‘two.’

The lights went out an hour ago, but he did well, and his handler told him not to fall asleep.

Luke smiled when I won the game. He writes a ‘three.’

He hears the lock click and his eyes snap open. Had he fallen asleep? He feels the handler’s weight on the mattress before his eyes have adjusted to the dark. He doesn’t know what he’ll be told to do, but he’ll do it. He doesn’t want a fucking treat, he just wants to sleep. How long has it been since he’s slept?

Leo continues writing his list, this small, ridiculous, silly thing that he cherishes. He knows it’s childish, and he knows it could get him in trouble, but it gives him some false sense of control over something he knows he has so little control over. And so he cherishes it.

“Easy,” Handler Young says, his hand sliding under Leo’s shirt. Leo controls his breathing, he doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t do anything other than let out a breathy gasp and close his eyes. It’ll be over, and the handler will let him sleep. 

When he finishes with him, he whispers, “You did so good today.” 

Leo swallows. It’s dark enough that the handler can’t see his face, but still, he’s careful to keep it neutral. “You did so good today,” the handler repeats, kissing him once on his forehead before standing. He sets something on the table beside Leo’s bed. 

The unspoken command is to accept it, even as the handler exits his room without another word. After the lock clicks, Leo picks up the item. 

It’s some kind of cookie, he thinks, but he can’t see it. He nibbles on it, letting the taste sit on his tongue, covering the lingering aftertaste that feels like it never quite goes away. 

Leo doesn’t cry that night as he eats the cookie. Instead, he focuses on what went right, commits the day to memory, promises himself he’ll do well again tomorrow.

With a deep breath, Leo closes the notebook. He stands and makes his way to the hall, where the lights are all out. He knows Luke is asleep, and so he’s particularly careful in his movements. It feels sneaky, even with Luke’s explicit permission.

The house is pitch black, but he easily maneuvers down the stairs, across the living room, into the little kitchenette. He opens the freezer and finds the pint of ice cream that Luke bought him two weeks ago. It hasn’t been touched since the last time he came down here, honoring some perverse reward system that he’s set up with himself. 

His heart races. 

He did well today. Luke bought this for him. Luke wants him to eat it. Luke told him it was okay. Luke meant it, and will not punish him for doing the thing that he has asked him to do.

He unscrews the cap and the ice cream is just as he left it three days ago, a perfect cylinder missing two spoonfuls. He digs out a third. 

Leo doesn’t really like sweets. He’s never been one to seek out chocolates or candies or cookies or pies or pastries. He isn’t sure what it is about this ice cream in this freezer in this man’s house that makes his heart race, but it does. Luke bought this for him, he picked it out for him, after Leo made some off-hand comment about his favorite ice cream as a child. It means something, he thinks. He takes a breath.

The flavor hits his tongue and he closes his eyes, letting it melt in his mouth. It doesn’t last nearly long enough, gone within a matter of seconds, but it’s okay. He’ll have more good days, and Luke will not tire of him. He smiles, as the last of the flavor dissipates.

He closes the container and puts it back in the freezer, he washes his spoon and puts it back in the drawer, and he quietly makes his way back to his bedroom, where he opens his notebook once more.

It was a good day, he writes. I’m going to be okay.

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[wintercosmickillsx]

Tess waits until the middle of the night, sliding reluctantly from their blanket burrow and padding to the bathroom to pee. Then, she washes her hands and detours to the kitchen. Just a woman getting a late night snack. Thinking only about food. She even goes so far as to make herself a--not great-- sandwich while she's up.

While she's eating, she rests her bare feet on a bag of frozen vegetables from the freezer, ignoring the chill shooting up her legs. Mmm, sandwich. Mediocre sandwich.

(Dammit, he's ruined her.)

She puts everything back in the refrigerator (and freezer) when she's done. Nothing to see here, Nate. Your guest is showing basic manners, is all.

In fact, Tess is very well mannered as she wanders back into the bedroom, burying herself beneath layers of blankets. There's warm man flesh to press against, too. She slings an arm over his shoulder, the most obliging big spoon he's ever had in his bed.

"Hmm, you're warm," she mumbles, letting out a soft, sleepy sigh of contentment.

Then she sticks her cold feet between his legs.

Cable's a light sleeper. Always had been, for many obvious reasons. One being raised in a violent, chaotic post-apocalyptic world where death and danger was always near by. Meant waking at the slightest noise became a survival habit.

Still to this day, Cable is a light sleeper, irregardless of how safe he felt. So he was immediately awake as soon as Tess left the bed. After a few minutes, he dozes off again, only to groggily reawaken when Tess re-enters the bed.

An arm is thrown over him, her warm body pressing against his back, comforting...until!

COLD FUCKING FEET TOUCHING HIS BARE LEGS. (he's in boxer briefs).

The thing Tess forgot is, Cable is telekinetic. He immediately has Tess off the bed suspended mid air.

"Pay back?" he mumbles, snuggling up under the covers, smirking against the pillow.

Let her literally float in the air for a few minutes, deprived from a warm cozy bed. He'd let her down eventually.